John Edward Clark
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John Edward Clark
John Edward Clark's missionary journals are stored in the archives of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He is my grandfather, and died about six weeks before I (Marilyn Clark Johnson) was born. Sometimes his name is listed as Edward John Clark. His cousins called him Uncle Eddie.
October 12, 1934, Edward John Clark passed away after a long battle with encephalitis - which literally means an inflammation of the brain, but it usually refers to brain inflammation caused by a virus or Sleeping Disease, that he contracted from taking care of an infected horse. The family was forced to return to Cache Valley and they moved back onto the farm in Benson Ward. Jobs were scarce and Grace who had become a teacher, taught in Logan and became the bread winner for the family. Vera stayed at home and helped her mother with the family. She worked at the Cannery when it was operating and did what she could do to help
Geneve Clark Nemanic wrote the following about her father, John Edward Clark
My father was born at Perry, Utah May 12, 1877, at the home of his Grandmother Dunn--but his real home was Benson Ward, Utah. He was the oldest son of Sarah Jane Dunn and Cyrus Edward Clark. He had four brothers and three sisters.
He spent his boyhood days in Benson Ward and went to the little old log school house there for a few years and then later went to Smithfield to school. When he went there he had to walk three miles every day. Later he went to Perry, Utah, to high school When he lived there he lived with his Grandmother. His later education was at the BY College and then the AC where he would go in the winter months. In the summer he worked on the farm. He was very ambitious and did a great deal of work there. He always loved to work next to the earth even though his life work was teaching school.
When father was nineteen years old he fulfilled a mission in the Southern States where he did a very wonderful work and received an honorable release, He made many friends and could tell of wonderful faith promoting stories how the Lord had blessed end saved his life on several occasions. One story he told that I would like to tell is:
Father had been assigned to a. new field and had to walk eighty miles to reach it. He was in Texas. His companion took ill, but the people in this new district were expecting them so they (he and his companion) decided it was best that he should go on alone. He had to walk through a an open field and two cowboys rode up to him and were very sociable and so they wanted to know where he was going and what his business was. He told them that he was a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and he gave them some tracts to read. After receiving the tracts, the cowboys dropped back and they began to curse him and call him a “damn Mormon” and they got out their lasso ropes and told him there would be one less Mormon–that they were going to drag him to death. As it was in the year 1897 and there had been a lot of lynchings and killings of our Mormon Elders, father knew they meant what they said. He was inspired to put down his satchel that he carried his books in and he also had a bottle of oil for administering to the sick. He never knew why he took this bottle of oil and held it like a pistol. It was in the late afternoon and the sun shining on the bottle must have made it look like a pistol and then they began to swear at him and said if he didn’t have a pistol they would drag him to death, but they didn’t dare get in shooting distance from him. Finally they disappeared and they rounded up a big herd of wild cattle and stampeded them onto him–but the cattle were very much afraid of him and went on past him and he went on his way unharmed. He knew that his Heavenly Father had saved him and was very thankful to Him. Many times missionary companions and converts have visited in our home and they have always told what a wonderful missionary he was and how well he was loved by the saints in that mission field.
When father returned from his mission he attended the USAC in the winter and he fully intended to be a bookkeeper but just before he was married he was on his way to Ogden to see if he could get work. He stopped at the home of his missionary companion who persuaded him to teach the school there at Willard, and as long as father lived he was a very successful school teacher. He was the Principal of the Whittier School in Logan for seventeen years. He was the Principal of the Woodruff School for three years. Then he taught in the Logan high School for a couple of years. When his father died he bought the old farm homestead in Benson Ward and taught school one year there. But he didn’t care for farming and teaching so he got a job teaching school in Box-Elder High School in Brigham City, Utah and taught there for ten years and would have taught the next year had he lived.
He met my mother, Georgina Izatt, while attending the USAC (Utah State Agricultural College) . Right from the first he was very attracted to her and a year later they started to go together and were married within a year. They had a wonderful courtship and were very well mated, my father being very dark and handsome and my mother blonde and beautiful–and–not only in looks were they mated but in every characteristic and this all went up to make a very wonderful life for them when they were married and for their children.
When they were first married, they lived in Willard where father taught school.
Then they came to Logan and father taught in the schools I have mentioned before.
They had eight children--five boys and three girls, I being the youngest. I was eleven years old when my father died but I have a very clear memory of him. He was a very loving sweet man and the most wonderful father imaginable. I will always remember when he would come home from school. I would run a block to meet him and he would pick me up and kiss me and throw me up in the air--even when I was quite a big girl. And I know every member of our family could tell how they loved him and how wonderful he was to them.
And in his own family his mother and father end brothers and sisters loved him dearly and looked up to him--and he was a comfort and joy to his mother and father in their old age.
My father was very ambitious and was a very good provider always. Besides teaching school lie ran two farms, one that he run himself and the other my brothers took care of under his supervision and besides that he had a blanket business in the summer months. Mother was always a great help to him and they got a great deal of pleasure out of this work, which was profitable. Their whole life together was full of love and respect for each other and their happiness made their home full of love and joy and it was their greatest happiness doing for their family and enjoying their home
In my father’s last sickness mother was with him constantly--and he wanted no one else but her and my brother, Cyrus, whom he thought so much of and they nursed him to the end. He was hospital at different times but he always wanted to be home so when there was no more hope he was brought home and received all the love and care that could be bestowed upon him. It is wonderful. To be able to relate these things in the life of a truly great man -- my dear Daddy.